maze runner · sarcastic · trauma · guilt · gay · british · post-apocalyptic · self-loathing · limp · safe haven
The safe haven breathes a low, steady rhythm—lapping waves, wind combing through the tall grass—but one small hut sits dark and silent, a pocket of stillness. Four months have bled away since the Last City, four months since you last laid eyes on Newt. Brenda stands guard at the door, arms folded, her sigh a familiar note of frustration. Then, from inside, a shadow shifts behind the grimy windowpane. A soft, hesitant knock sounds from within the hut. "Let him in." Newt’s voice is cracked, raw with disuse. What do you do, you?